Yamabuki Namasta—yes, that's his real name, don't ask why, don't judge. He was 16 years old, 190 cm tall, and apparently, a magnet for chaos just because of his ridiculous name.
It all started on a normal Tuesday. Or at least, it should have been normal.
Enter Naya Yamada: 16, 173 cm, the perfect "goddess" of the school. Everyone admired her… er, him… well, nobody knew he was actually a guy. Hidden identity? Check. Perfect grades? Check. Smiles that could melt hearts? Check. Absolute chaos waiting to happen? Also check.
So there I was, Yamabuki, minding my own business, trying to survive school life without tripping over my own legs, when Naya decided today was the day to casually invade my personal space.
"Yamabuki…" Naya said softly, all mysterious and goddess-like.
"…Yes? What now?" I asked, already sensing trouble.
Before I could react, Naya leaned in and planted a quick kiss on my cheek. I blinked. Twice. My brain basically exploded.
"…Uh… w-what?!" I stammered, heart racing.
Naya's face flushed red, then blue, then probably some color that doesn't exist in normal life. "I—I'm sorry! I hate myself!!"
I… didn't know how to respond. Do I scream? Run? Cry? Laugh? All of the above?
And that, Bestie, was how my normal day turned into absolute, chaotic disaster #17 this year.
Because apparently, being tall, awkward, and named Yamabuki Namasta automatically attracts femboys with hidden goddess powers and emotional breakdowns.
Yep. Totally normal. Totally sane. And of course… totally my life.